Tina Sosna:
What wakes me up?
Tina Sosna:
Little seahorse, please take me on a ride.
Tina Sosna:
How life really feels like.
Tina Sosna:
A table full of spring
Tina Sosna:
You see me
Tina Sosna:
A heart for every flower
Tina Sosna:
Alone
Tina Sosna:
Tranquility
Tina Sosna:
Almost a sense
Tina Sosna:
before, after and in-between.
Tina Sosna:
Laucustrine II
Tina Sosna:
Don't go far
Tina Sosna:
Engraved in every line
Tina Sosna:
Even if I was just a visitor to you in my heart you will stay
Tina Sosna:
And the more that we try to figure through the answers
Tina Sosna:
I woke up to a world that had no end and no beginning
Tina Sosna:
There is cozy in everything
Tina Sosna:
Your picture is a portrait, the portrait's never done
Tina Sosna:
you will always find me, surrounded by flowers
Tina Sosna:
The last morning
Tina Sosna:
I've carried these thoughts
Tina Sosna:
She used to collect the sun and saved it in her pocket
Tina Sosna:
Behind an always unforgettable laugh there are traces of the ways you used to cry
Tina Sosna:
Will I loose myself or will I learn?
Tina Sosna:
Until I read you.
Tina Sosna:
As time passes distance grows
Tina Sosna:
Nothing we remember
Tina Sosna:
I see you arriving, I see you leaving
Tina Sosna:
Waiting for the moment we touch the light
Tina Sosna:
Is it real?
